With flowing mane and thund'ring hooves,
The stallion leads his band.
The waves of heat which rise from earth,
Write music in the sand.

His look of bold authority
That flashes in his eyes,
Commands the herd to follow him
Beneath the desert skies.

The nights are long...he keeps his watch,
For predator and prey.
While death is halted in its tracks,
His foals begin to play.

Their safety is his just reward,
For dangers 'round each bend.
His seed will live to see the day
When wildness is no sin.

~~~
And god took a handful of southerly wind,
blew his breath upon it...and created the horse
~~~